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one and I wasn't in the mood.
"I'm going to get water!" I snapped, yanking the purifier out from under Rachel's feet.
"Hannah, wait!" Janie called into the dark, but I was already on the move. As I plunged into the woods in the general direction of the lake, there was just enough moonlight filtering down from the sky to light my way. So long as I was careful, I could pick my way along the forest floor with ease.
God damn Amanda. No one got under my skin quite like she did. Usually we would spar a bit, jabbing and poking at each other's weaknesses as only longtime friends could do, but for some reason this particular argument had set me off. I didn't want to admit it, but I did believe in the stories of the shifters.
Or I wanted to believe it, anyway. For twenty-four years, I had followed a predictable path. High school, college, interning, paying my dues, it was all so mundane and normal. Fantasy was what got me through the day. It helped me to think that there was a world out there hat hadn't been discovered yet. It helped me to think that there were experiences that hadn't been lived by a million other people already.
That was why I had chosen the north woods for our camping trip. But now I was realizing it was a big mistake. Because I had wanted to come up here to find magic, but instead Amanda was making it yet another mundane night with my girlfriends. Same experience, just the setting was different. There was nothing fantastic about this trip.
Lost in my thoughts, I stopped paying attention to where I was putting my feet. A wayward root snatched me by the ankle and I plummeted forward, rolling several times before I landed in heap, striking my head on a rock.
I rolled heavily to the side and pushed myself up onto my hands and knees. Kneeling upward, I pressed my hand gingerly to the tender lump now sprouting on my forehead. "Fucking hell," I hissed through clenched teeth.
I stood back up again and grabbed the purifier from where it had settled against the tree. Then I started forward again.
Then I stopped. Turned back and looked over my shoulder. Looked right and left.
"Fucking hell," I said again, but this time it came out more like a whimper.
I had no idea where I was.
I knew the small pond where were had been drawing our water was down hill. But I was in some sort of depression. All around me, the only direction was...uphill.
I stood there for a moment, trying to breathe out my panic. A rush of wings overhead set my heart jumping into my throat. A night bird, spying something with its huge eyes.
My eyes didn't work nearly as well, especially not when they were still watering in pain. The light had shifted as the moon dipped lower in the sky, and what used to be highlighted was now in shadow. The world looked inverted. As I moved forward, trying to find my way out of the hole, I lifted my leg high over a rock that wasn't there, then banged my toe on a rock that shouldn't have been. I tasted a hot spurt of coppery fear in the back of my throat.
Before I even heard the noise, the hairs on my arm were standing up. I felt a rush of something along my skin, like static electricity. The air was charged with it. My heart hammered in my ears, nearly drowning out the sound of breathing that was suddenly all around me.
Out of the blackness of the forest, a piece of shadow broke away. Then another, then another. Three huge, shapes, blacker than the night itself emerged from the woods to peer down at me. I was trapped in my little hollow, my head still throbbing, but my eyes worked well enough now to see how much trouble I was in.
Wolves.
The moonlight glinted off their silver fur heads, their pointed ears and their shining, sharp teeth. I made a sound low in my throat, and backed away quickly, straight into the slope of the depression. My foot hit a slippery leaf and I slid back down again, mewling in terror.
"Go away!" I screamed at
"I'm going to get water!" I snapped, yanking the purifier out from under Rachel's feet.
"Hannah, wait!" Janie called into the dark, but I was already on the move. As I plunged into the woods in the general direction of the lake, there was just enough moonlight filtering down from the sky to light my way. So long as I was careful, I could pick my way along the forest floor with ease.
God damn Amanda. No one got under my skin quite like she did. Usually we would spar a bit, jabbing and poking at each other's weaknesses as only longtime friends could do, but for some reason this particular argument had set me off. I didn't want to admit it, but I did believe in the stories of the shifters.
Or I wanted to believe it, anyway. For twenty-four years, I had followed a predictable path. High school, college, interning, paying my dues, it was all so mundane and normal. Fantasy was what got me through the day. It helped me to think that there was a world out there hat hadn't been discovered yet. It helped me to think that there were experiences that hadn't been lived by a million other people already.
That was why I had chosen the north woods for our camping trip. But now I was realizing it was a big mistake. Because I had wanted to come up here to find magic, but instead Amanda was making it yet another mundane night with my girlfriends. Same experience, just the setting was different. There was nothing fantastic about this trip.
Lost in my thoughts, I stopped paying attention to where I was putting my feet. A wayward root snatched me by the ankle and I plummeted forward, rolling several times before I landed in heap, striking my head on a rock.
I rolled heavily to the side and pushed myself up onto my hands and knees. Kneeling upward, I pressed my hand gingerly to the tender lump now sprouting on my forehead. "Fucking hell," I hissed through clenched teeth.
I stood back up again and grabbed the purifier from where it had settled against the tree. Then I started forward again.
Then I stopped. Turned back and looked over my shoulder. Looked right and left.
"Fucking hell," I said again, but this time it came out more like a whimper.
I had no idea where I was.
I knew the small pond where were had been drawing our water was down hill. But I was in some sort of depression. All around me, the only direction was...uphill.
I stood there for a moment, trying to breathe out my panic. A rush of wings overhead set my heart jumping into my throat. A night bird, spying something with its huge eyes.
My eyes didn't work nearly as well, especially not when they were still watering in pain. The light had shifted as the moon dipped lower in the sky, and what used to be highlighted was now in shadow. The world looked inverted. As I moved forward, trying to find my way out of the hole, I lifted my leg high over a rock that wasn't there, then banged my toe on a rock that shouldn't have been. I tasted a hot spurt of coppery fear in the back of my throat.
Before I even heard the noise, the hairs on my arm were standing up. I felt a rush of something along my skin, like static electricity. The air was charged with it. My heart hammered in my ears, nearly drowning out the sound of breathing that was suddenly all around me.
Out of the blackness of the forest, a piece of shadow broke away. Then another, then another. Three huge, shapes, blacker than the night itself emerged from the woods to peer down at me. I was trapped in my little hollow, my head still throbbing, but my eyes worked well enough now to see how much trouble I was in.
Wolves.
The moonlight glinted off their silver fur heads, their pointed ears and their shining, sharp teeth. I made a sound low in my throat, and backed away quickly, straight into the slope of the depression. My foot hit a slippery leaf and I slid back down again, mewling in terror.
"Go away!" I screamed at
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